| You try to get over your gonna go under
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| You try to get over your gonna go under
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| Literally it’s 3030
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| I don’t got time to be wasting time on you slow pokes
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| I want y’all to, get open, like the ocean
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| Brothers be buggin like He’s from Oakland?
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| What? |
| I’ll whoop you insinuatin we ain’t capable
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| Stupid ass niggas is gonna rape a hoe
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| A few out a thousand
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| My town is foundin fathers of the black panthers we provide answers
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| You don’t wanna believe then y’all are some blind bastards
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| They got you set up real good you’re generalizing
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| Industry rising while energies reclining
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| Niggas think I’m whinin but I really don’t give a shit
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| Cause everybody’s dyin but y’all think that’s the end of it Thats why it’s so easy to be a Benedict
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| Or imitate cause they wouldn’t teach ya algebra when you was eight
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| Now you fourty-eight and you hate children
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| Forgot where you came from now your straight illin
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| Don’t fight the feelin
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| You better deal with it It don’t matter what you do or say
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| Try to get away but I’m gonna catch ya Wanna compare your self to them
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| Well guess what homeboy you don’t match up
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| I’m my own individual so I know it isn’t true just cuz you say it is Cuz anything thats truth got proof it ain’t you
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| That’s simply just the way it is Del: sing
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| Lookin up the sky is red
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| City’s burning up over head (flame on baby)
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| We can make the best of it Del: (rock that)
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| In this post apocolypse (right on)
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| I’m on some real shit
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| So real brothers feel this
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| Cause we know reality is crazy
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| Thats why nothin amaze me Look in the past
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| You might have to go farther then the book in your class
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| My niggas cookin some crack and moms gets the first hit
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| Thats ok with you? |
| thats ok with me
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| I’m not here to judge the way you be I got my own ccomplications the governmen’t shoeless rations
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| Plantations is manlabor for 5 bucks for hourly intervels
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| I get a G for that
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| So believe what I spit to you is given back
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| Don’t think that I’m livin that dream
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| When the I.R.S reposes most of your cream
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| It’s like I dream when I die I wake up I see all the people I disrespected and try to make up It’s praise to the creator, relate to nature |